Chagossian Heartbreak
There was a community far out to sea over the horizon, a matriarchy
Nothing bought and nothing sold a peaceful life on a coral atoll
A hangover from a colonial past former plantations self organised
Been living here, for hundreds of years ancestors buried roots into the sky
There are no flowers for them, forgotten lives beneath the new runway
The island lost to Camp Justice, beauty shops, haircuts and a laundry service
But all that changed after the war, Uncle Sam was oh so sure
An empty space was needed quick with a nuclear discount as a trick
There are no flowers for them, forgotten lives beneath the new runway
The island lost to Camp Justice, beauty shops, haircuts and a laundry service
Banished into misery
Forced out of their own homes
Vanished out of history
Gravestones are no go zones
Exiled, torn apart
Little babies born to starve
No justice on stolen land just a bunch of wars to start
Lives negotiable, totally disposable
Justice is just pish the state is not emotional
Pack of thieves, pack of lies they just cannot hide
Island swept and sanitised
Murder maximised
Ship them off, burn their homes, through centuries of practice the island was cleansed
Dumped at the docks, lost and ignored. Don't turn around don't break your heart
There are no flowers for them, forgotten lives beneath the new runway
The island lost to Camp Justice, beauty shops, haircuts and a laundry service
Nothing bought and nothing sold a peaceful life on a coral atoll
A hangover from a colonial past former plantations self organised
Been living here, for hundreds of years ancestors buried roots into the sky
There are no flowers for them, forgotten lives beneath the new runway
The island lost to Camp Justice, beauty shops, haircuts and a laundry service
But all that changed after the war, Uncle Sam was oh so sure
An empty space was needed quick with a nuclear discount as a trick
There are no flowers for them, forgotten lives beneath the new runway
The island lost to Camp Justice, beauty shops, haircuts and a laundry service
Banished into misery
Forced out of their own homes
Vanished out of history
Gravestones are no go zones
Exiled, torn apart
Little babies born to starve
No justice on stolen land just a bunch of wars to start
Lives negotiable, totally disposable
Justice is just pish the state is not emotional
Pack of thieves, pack of lies they just cannot hide
Island swept and sanitised
Murder maximised
Ship them off, burn their homes, through centuries of practice the island was cleansed
Dumped at the docks, lost and ignored. Don't turn around don't break your heart
There are no flowers for them, forgotten lives beneath the new runway
The island lost to Camp Justice, beauty shops, haircuts and a laundry service
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Writer(s): Spanner
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